Jo Franz Quotes
Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?
The most irascible person is most likely to become apathetic in dangerous situations.
I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.
Mozart starved, but you allow Thalberg and Liszt make tons of gold: Of course, you may think that someone immortal cannot die of hunger
The Germans believe that, no matter where, they can get by on knowledge alone. Art, however, requires skill.
Who could deny that our Austria is richer than any other country? As the saying goes: "We have money like manure.
Let no one say that taking action is hard. Action is aided by courage, by the moment, by impulse, and the hardest thing in the world is making a decision.
The courts used to be, fair and square, the avengers of secular crimes; but nowadays they demand respect even for the criminal.
Gold schenkt die Eitelkeit, der rauhe Stolz, Die Freundschaft und die Liebe schenken Blumen. Gold is the gift of vanityand pride, Friendship and love offer flowers.
Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.
Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship.
In Germany, a certain artistic sense is fairly common, but the artist's sense is foreign there.
In early times, before the floods swept across the world, there was life, albeit odd, as one can see from the fossils of mammoth bones, and there was the regime of Prince Metternich.
Right and proof are two crutches for everything bent and crooked that limps along.
A cure by regression is homeopathic, like healing the damage done by ministers and ignorance with stupidity and Jesuits.
A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.
Distinctly different as a child, as an adolescent, in his prime and in his old age, man considers himself as one, not because he acts, but because he knows.
Lap-dogs and blood-hounds enjoy the greatest respect at court; house-dogs and no dogs at all are not even considered.
Never expect any recognition here--the system prohibits it. The cross is not affixed to the genius, no, the genius is affixed to the cross.
You ardently strive for freedom, and I do wish you were free--but, rather than for your sake, so that government won't be.
The sun of a prince's good graces resembles that in the skies in that it shines most kindly upon the blackest people.
The noble woman is half a man, even a complete one. Only their imperfections make them women.
The verdict on Prince Metternich will soon be out: An excellent diplomat and a bad politician.
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
There was once a community of scoundrels, that is to say, they were not scoundrels, but ordinary people.
Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.
Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.
The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.
My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.
Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.
But questions that don’t answer themselves at the very moment of their asking are never answered.
Anyone who loves his neighbor within the limits of the world is doing no more and no less injustice than someone who loves himself within the limits of the world.
This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.
Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.
You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
The existence of the writer is an argument against the existence of the soul, for the soul has obviously taken flight from the real ego, but not improved itself, only become a writer.